So, here is the second chapter of the story, I must stay I had no idea I would ever write that much.

Please review if you like (and also if you have question, request and/or ideas)


Chapter 2
It was the sensation of something wet and scratchy on her face that woke Helena up in the morning. When she opened her eyes, she finds herself face to face with a pretty hairy face.
"Hey, you !" she said amazed to the dog. "Your a pretty one, you know that"
She grabbed his neckband.
"Doc," she reads on the backside of the medallion. "That suits you!"
Helena decided that it was time for her to stands up. As she straightens, she directly falls back seated on the couch where she was previously sleeping on. Her head was hurting a lot and she felt dizzy. She took the time to look around her then when she arrived here with Meredith yesterday, it was dark and she hadn't been shown around. It was a nice looking house, a bit messy maybe but so that the mess give a comfortable atmosphere to the space. The room bathed in bright light due to the shiny sun outside. From there were she sat, she could see a big staircase bringing to the upper floor and a hallway left to it led to the kitchen.
The slam of a door upstairs made her stop her observation. Someone was going down the stairs. Soon, an unkempt and tired Meredith appeared at the bottom of the steps.
"Hey you," she greeted her. "You sleep well? You've met Doc as I see."
Saying that she patted the dog.
"Quite unusual, he usually dislikes completely strangers," the brown-haired continued.
"Think I must be lucky then," Helena smiled.
"How is your head?" Meredith asked taking off the plaster on Helena's forehead.
"It's still hurting," the other one said.
"Well, then I'll bring you to the hospital when I'll be heading to work."
"Fine," Helena sighed. "Can I just use the bathroom for a moment?"
"Sure, it's the last door to the right upstairs. Towels are on the sideboard under the sink."
"Thanks!"
Helena grabbed her bag and walk the few steps upstairs to the designated area. She stripped down and jumped under the shower. The warm water was slowly eased her aching muscles. It felt so good. She couldn't remember when she had a long warm shower for the last time. Usually, when she was at home and she used the bathroom for too long, Ryan was turning off the warm water to make her come out. But like all the other things, she got used to it. Her thoughts stroll to Meredith. The girl was really kind to let her stay at her home. She was pretty and smart, she was a surgeon and she probably has a boyfriend. In other circumstances, Meredith would be the type of person that Helena hates. But her instinct makes her feel like Meredith was a good person.
After a long shower, she gets out and grabs a towel from the sideboard and roll it around her. On the way, she hushed a look on herself in the mirror. Her arms, shoulders and her back were covered with some little scars and bruises, the result of her destroying relationship with Ryan that she will probably keep for some time still. She was thereby to let fall the towel to dress as the bathroom door suddenly opens. Damn, how could she have forgotten to lock the door? She retains the towel. In front of her was standing a young man with long-mid chestnut hair and blue eyes. He was watching her from head to foot with opened mouth.
"Sorry," he then quickly said clutching a hand in front of his eyes. "Who...who are you?"
"Helena," the girl replied. "I stayed here for the night."
"Oh," the boy added unsure what to say. "Nice to meet you, I guess. I'm George."
"Are you Meredith's boyfriend?" the black haired girl asked.
She saw that the boy was violently blushing.
"No….no… I'm her….her roommate," he sputtered.
A small deafening silent settled between the two. Helena was embarrassed watching around not sure what to do. She was freezing and she doesn't know how to signified to George that she wants to dress up. After a few seconds, George noticed the discomfort. He walks out of the bathroom and walks straight to Meredith's room. The girl was sitting in her bed with Christina. She must've arrived not long before him then she was still wearing her gloves, her scarf, and her hat. The two were actively discussing:
"I tell you, she must be his sister," Meredith was arguing. "That can not be a coincidence that two people with the name Shepherd are living in the same city without knowing each other."
"Do you think I know all the people wearing the name Yang in Seattle?" Christina replied. "I think Derek would have told you if he had a sister in town."
"What are you two talking about?" George asked.
Both girls rotated to the boy standing at the door." And who is half naked in the bathroom.
"This is Helena," Meredith started. "I found her at Joe's yesterday, she was hurt and she had nowhere to go so I bring her here and she spends the night on the couch."
"And what has all that to do with Derek?" George asked.
"Her name is Helena Shepherd," Christina explained.
George opened his mouth.
"Shepherd? Like in Derek Shepherd?"
"Do you know many Shepherd's ?" Christina responded sarcastically. "It must be his sister. You should go ask him Mer'."
"You forgot, I don't speak to him anymore," the brown-haired replied.
The noise of an opening door makes them stop talking. Helena appeared in front of the room. She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, a blue oversized pullover and a pair of flashy orange Converses.
"Helena, this is my friend Christina," Meredith introduced. "And you already met George."
"Nice to meet you !" she said smiling. "I was heading to the kitchen, can you just tell me where I can find some coffee?"
"Izzie must be downstairs, you can ask her," Meredith announced.
As she disappeared into the hallway, George and Christina turned back to Meredith:
"She even speaks like him," George exclaimed. "She has the same hair, the same features, only their eyes are different. You can't deny that there is a resemblance."
Meredith thought about it.
"I'll try to ask him today."


A bit later, everybody was sitting in Meredith's car. It was silent. Helena could feel the gazes of Christina, Meredith, and George on her.
"Is everything fine?" she suddenly asked slightly annoyed.
Everybody looked back on the road.
"Yes totally fine," Meredith added.
"So, what specialization do you want to choose in surgery?" the black haired girl asked to end up the silence.
"I'm totally into cardio," Christina said.
"Her boyfriend is the chief of the cardiology unit at the hospital," Izzie explained.
Christina brutally turned back to Izzie.
"Do you have to tell anybody about my love life!" she said. "Izzie's boyfriend is also in the cardiology unit, you know. He's a patient."
"And what is the problem with that?" Izzie replied. "By the way, he's not my boyfriend. I'm with Alex."
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because it is totally forbidden and against the freaking deontology," Christina.
"And going out with your attending is ethical for you?" the blond asked sarcastically, not realizing what she was getting them into.
The three other became suddenly silent, what caught the attention of Helena.
"Sorry Mer'," Izzie apologized. "I didn't mean to."
Helena throws Meredith a questioning look.
"She said that because I was also dating one of my attendings," Meredith explained.
Helena stopped at the formulation "was dating" but she didn't take up sure that it was quite personal and that Meredith probably didn't want to talk with a half-stranger about it. The rest of the way nobody spoke.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Meredith took Helena to the admission service while Christina, Izzie, and George joined their dressing room. Soon, Helena was settled in a shared room with a sympathetic man named Chuck. Meredith came back with a round and petite and skinny woman with an exaggerated smile paint on her face.
"This is Dr. Sydney Heron," Meredith introduced the woman. "She's my current resident."
"Hi," Dr. Heron said. "I just need your name to fill the file before I let my intern take care of you."
Helena started to get panic. She throws a desperate look to Meredith.
"Her name is Carina Smith," the brown-haired hasty added.
Heron turned around to her intern.
"She's able to answer the question by herself, don't you think!" she retorted with a wide big smile.
Meredith nodded and Helena sends her an apologetic glance.
"Yes, I'm Carina Smith," the dark-haired repeated.
Dr. Heron nodded.
"Fine," the petite woman replied and she walked out of the room.
"Thanks, you just saved me," Helena confessed.
"Your welcome."
Meredith puts out a suture kit to stitch her wound.
"Do you want some painkillers?" she asked before starting to work.
"No, I'll be fine," Helena said sitting straight.


A few minutes later, when Meredith had stitched her up, a group of intern walked in the room, led by a tall black man with glasses. Helena recognizes Christina, George, and Izzie among them. The other guy was a nice looking doctor with short hair and square jaw. They walked past her bed to stop next to the other patient.
"Grey, care to join us?" the black men asked.
"I've to go," Meredith apologizes.
She walked to the other bed. Helena lends an ear to hear the presentation of the case.
"Chucky Eaton, 54, has stage 3B non-small-cell lung cancer with possible invasion of the pleura and a history of COPD. He's had extensive chemo-radiotherapy with minimal regression of the tumor. He's been admitted for radical en-bloc resection," Meredith stated.
During her speech, Helena couldn't help but notice the gases that Christina was exchanging with the men with the glasses. Maybe he was her attending boyfriend. In that time, Chucky had spoken.
"I was a smoker, the oncologist… he explained that I have a 25% chance to survive the surgery," he said with a weak voice.
"Well, unfortunately, that's about right," the presumed attending replied. "If you should elect not to proceed, we can make you more comfortable."
"Will all due respect er… there's no way that you can make a man dying a slow death comfortable. I'll roll the dice," Chucky added.
The attending nodded and all the surgeon left the room. The men next to her were dying. It was horrible. That was a part of the job of a surgeon that she didn't miss at all. The part where you tell the patient that there is only a minimal chance to survive.


After presenting the Jake Burton case, that guy with the craniodiaphyseal dysplasia, Meredith was at the desk updating some files at the data pad when a complete stranger suddenly came from behind.
"Invasive non-small-cell with a history of COPD? That guy is pretty much a goner," he said pointing at the datapad.
Meredith turned around. He was tall, strong, he had nice looking blonde-grey hair and piercing blue eyes. He was quite awesome.
"Sensitivity. I like that in a stranger," she looked back on her files. Are you new here ?"
"Visiting," the stranger replied. "Confounded by all the rain and it's only my first day in town."
"You get used to it, "Meredith said before walking a few steps.
"Makes me want to stay in bed all day," he continues, following her.
"We just met and you're talking about bed," the young woman chuckled. "Not very subtle."
"Subtle's never been my strong suit," the stranger added.
Addison appeared in a corner but when she saw the two she stopped.
"So…," the handsome man pursued. "Do you go out with co-workers?"
Meredith laughed.
"I...make a role not to."
"Then I am so glad that I don't work here."
"Are you hitting on me?" the woman smiled. "In a hospital?"
"Would that be wrong?" the stranger asked innocently.
"Meredith," she introduced herself stretching out her hand.
The man was about to shook it as Derek suddenly appeared out of nowhere and violently struck him in the face. The stranger fell to the ground, holding his face and Derek moaned holding his hand.
"What the hell was that ?!" Meredith asked shocked.
"That was Mark," the black haired doctor sighed.


Hearing the commotion outside, Helena suddenly raised up and jumped out of her bed. She headed in the direction of where the noise was coming. Arriving in the open space, her eyes widened from the picture she had in front of her.
"Derek?!" she shouted.
Everybody turns around to face her.
"Leny?" her brother screamed.